Chords for Gucci Mane & Nicki Minaj - Make Love [Official Music Video]

_ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ Uh, [Eb] Gucci
_ _ [G] _ Wanna _ make love, _ love, _ love
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King of the streets
And when these suckers [Fm] see me
[E] They should bow to my feet
And kiss the ground underneath
[Fm]
[C] I look down at the beef
That shit childish to me
Two hundred thousand to see me
And it's been sold out for weeks
Can't rest shoulders with me
These stones in my choker
Are two carats apiece
Look like boulders to me, yeah he colder than me
_ _ You think he colder than me, you more bipolar than me
You talkin' crazy, I'm tryna book Beyonce for my wedding day
I'm the type of nigga spend a million on a wedding cake
Niggas hate but hesitate, they hate to see ya elevate
I just left out the gym, I'm bout to take a swim and meditate
_ _ _ Now it's time to celebrate, ask me why I'm smiling
I say cause I made two mil a day
And I might take ya bitch and pay her bills, that's how I feel today
And I just wanna fuck, don't wanna chill, that's how I feel today
I'm making money like I'm making sweet love
I _ _ _ _ _ _ wanna make love, love, love _ _
_ She _ _ _ _ say the money make her wanna make love _ _
Wanna _ _ _ _ _ make love, love, love _ _
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Ayo, ain't talking housewives but I'm in the Porsche
_ First I'ma torture, _ then I'ma torture
Then I'ma torture her, then I'ma [Ab]
[Em] offer
A million dollars for a show they made they offer
Go against Nicki, [N] it's gon' cost ya
Cause now it's fuck ya, in the course [E] ya
I rep queens where they listen [F] to a bunch [Em] of nines
I'm a yes, then these bitches is a bunch of nines
Tryna win a [N] gun fight with a bunch of knives
I ain't win, get off the bench and give a bunch of [Em] fives
_ _ _ [C] I don't see ya, bitch I'm the greatest, no Kendrick and [F] no [Em] Sia
I'm the iPhone, cue the Nokia
_ Everybody know you jealous, [F] bitch it's so [Em] clear
Tell them bum ass bitches it play they role
She see my 60's ass [F] every time she scroll
I got it in the can, _ so
[Em] _ Your career compete with Anna [F]
[Em] Nicole
_ _ Bitch, your dumb ass face
She ain't eating but I swear she got some bum [A] ass taste
[Em] Text her man like dog, how that bum [Fm] ass taste
[Eb] Pay your rent, then stay in your bum ass [E] place
Oh, you the quickie, the quickie of this [G] gear
[Em] One platinum plaque, I will [E] flop bitch beer
_ _ _ _ Ah, _ _ I [Em] took two bars off just to laugh
You see [C] silly babbit, to be the queen of rap
You gotta sell records, you gotta get plaque
S, plural like the S on my chest
Now sit your dumb ass down, you got a F on your test
I'm making money like I'm making sweet love _ _
I _ _ _ _ wanna make love, love, love _ _
She _ _ _ _ _ say the money make her wanna make love
_ [F] _
[Em] Wanna _ _ _ _ _ [Fm]
[Em] make love, love, love
[C] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ I [F] _
[Em] love to see the money [Fm] stack up _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
[N] Hope that we don't ever, ever break up
Wanna make love, _ love, _ love
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Love, _ love, love
_ _ [Gbm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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